Merry Christmas 2025

A day to celebrate me?

Today is National Laura Day (apparently), and I'm owning it!

Today, by no official decree and with absolutely no paperwork filed, we’re celebrating National Laura Day. It’s a day dedicated to Lauras everywhere - past, present, and gloriously unapologetic.

National Laura Day is about recognising a very specific energy: creative, quietly determined, slightly chaotic in the best way, and often underestimated right up until the moment things get done properly. It’s a day for bold ideas, sharp instincts, and that stubborn refusal to fit neatly into anyone else’s expectations.

Whether you’re a Laura who makes music, writes words, builds worlds, or simply survives the day with style, today is yours. No productivity targets. No explanations required. Just a nod of appreciation for showing up as yourself - especially in a world that keeps trying to sand people down.

So if your name is Laura, congratulations. If it isn’t, you’re still welcome to celebrate by embracing a little bit of our Laura aura: trust your vision, ignore the noise, and do the thing your way.

Belated Global Orgasm Day Celebrations

If I were to prepare a tier list of all the days that I feature in my calendars, one noteworthy day that would definitely find its way into the S-tier is Global Orgasm Day. For that reason, it's undoubtably one that I try to produce a featured post about each year.

This year, however, I was away visiting family that I won't get to see at Christmas. So there was no opportunity for me to celebrate yesterday in the most appropriate way possible; by doing some cumming.

I'm back home now and one of the first things I did after returning was to head over to Emmy's apartment to belatedly make good on enjoying some orgasms. Well, first of all I gave Emmy an orgasm by eating her out while she sat on my face.

Then, once she had gushed all over my face, we swapped round and she took a turn at eating me out while I humped her face until climaxed hard.

A short interlude followed, during which we enjoyed some post-orgasm snuggling and aftercare, before we moved onto a slightly unexpected round two. I say unexpected, because I think that both of us were already quite content with cumming just the once. 

But our chat became increasing horny and flirtatious to the point that neither of us could resist getting another taste of each other. I mean, it wasn't so much that we both wanted or needed to cum again. It was more that we each felt an irresistible attraction and urge to pleasure the other. 

So Emmy found herself laying under me once again as I took another ride on her face; humping and grinding against her lips and tongue. But her soggy cunt looked so appetizing that I could resist leaning down to kiss and lick her sweet honied flower in a good old bit of 69ing until she squirted all over my face for a second time. 

 My second orgasm followed fairly swiftly after that to tie the scores at two orgasms a piece. Not a bad way to belated celebrate Global Orgasm Day with one orgasm for Global Orgasm Day and another as interest for being a day late. Perhaps next year I will be away for a couple of extra days after Global Orgasm Day to make sure I have as large a cum debt as possible for each day late I am.

Festive Juice

OK, not feeling quite so out of place at Juice as I was the other night at Minus 11. Actually, I was feeling very at home with Juice having gone all in with the festive theme, complete with faux snow billowing down from ceiling throughout the evening. That's something that I can fully get behind!

On top of that, we were treated to a set of festive remixes by Perrie; someone who takes a lot of pride in being the only DJ to spin at a community event in recent times and not earn my ire for playing a totally inappropriate selection of music. She gets the assignment and delivers something that pairs well with a party's theme. Take note other DJs - be more like Perrie.

A splash of colour

I probably owe everyone at Minus 11 an apology. Not for busting out some truly horrific dance moves, or for being oblivious to other people's personal space. But for splashing a bit too much colour across the dancefloor. 

I jest, of course, but that's not to say that I didn't feel a bit conspicuous in my festive garb while rocking out to some industrial tunes amongst a sea of black and other gothic-adjacent colours. But, regardless of how out of place I may have felt, I compromise my festive outfits for no-one! 

Equally, I'm not gonna miss out on some nasty industrial just because I fear the judgement of others. Especially when it was my long overdue first visit to Minus 11 to sample what they have on offer,